Rest in Peace Sweet One

I've had a weepy day. I'm a fixer and there are just so many things that I cannot fix. As I was wrapping up my workday, I took a look at the most recent posts on Facebook. A dear friend of mine posted that his grandson, who was a little over 2 months old, had passed in his sleep. My heart broke for the family. I cannot imagine getting a phone call telling me such news. I sent him my prayers and thoughts. In his reply, he asked me if I would draw a tribute. Something so tragic,  brings everyday situations into prospective. My prayers are with the family of Ivan Dean. May he rest forever in God's loving arms, and may his family find refuge under His wings.

Rest in Peace Sweet One

Psalm 91:4

"He will cover you with his feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be you're shield and rampart.

All Things Beautiful

It's Murphy's law that the things you wish would fade, like a logo arm, broken heart, shattered relationships, or traumatic memories have a way of staying ever clear in one's memory.  The things we wish would remain vivid and crystal clear, a Beautiful sunset, the last happy moments of a loved one that has passed, the memory of when your home rang with laughter of your wee ones and the pitter patter of little feet, don't have the same clarity you long for. Life can be cruel like that. I've often wished for the neuralizer like on Men in Black movie. One quick click and the memory of the painful stuff is erased and all that is left are all things beautiful.

Princess Warrior

She looked across the landscape with hooded eyes that were veil of feral pain.... Self imposed or intentionally targeted? It was hard to tell.... The lines had become blurred with intent, purpose, and cause.... But strangely, never regret. She found it odd. As the sun began to settle, the intensity of sadness simmered to a boil. The kettle that held an ocean of tears was deep and heavy. It drained her at the end of each day as a swimmer whose strength could no longer hold them above the water. She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. She wasn't drowning..... Or was she? Sometimes it felt like every breath would be her last. She looked over her shoulder. Her long blond hair whispered around her face in the gentle breeze. Was she looking at the past... Or perhaps at the generation coming behind her? Would they know her story, would they understand her heart? Not likely. Regardless, she would leave a treasure trove of musings.... An endless amount of haunting escapes to ponder. There would be vast clues to the woman she was, and the warrior she aimed to be. Few knew the battles she fought, or the war that still raged on. Not one to boast of her triumphs, or brag of her skills... She was easily overlooked, under estimated, and often tossed aside like discarded cards from a game of Gin. Not a good fit for the hand you were dealt? If only you knew. There were cracks in her shield... Cracks that would render her defenseless should a carefully place arrow find the tender joint..... Perhaps that would not be a bad thing... To end the fight that seemed to have no end.... To be a warrior no more. Was this her legacy or was there more that even her heart could not reveal? Time would tell.... Only time would tell.